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drone
Poem Published
6th Apr 2018 2:42pm
6th Apr 2018 2:42pm
By Definition
Are we of those
who have become
what we hate
Whining Sniverling
little Slaves
wannabe hero's
full of intent
within the haze
of our brain
where we pretend
that our
Robust
whining sniverling
words of complaint
emboldens our thoughts
in our
Shallow Belief
We can relate
to those
who left the herd
climbed out
from the box
exiled
thrown in jail
to rot
suicided
threatened
with pain
of their family's death
decades on research
Trying
to...
who have become
what we hate
Whining Sniverling
little Slaves
wannabe hero's
full of intent
within the haze
of our brain
where we pretend
that our
Robust
whining sniverling
words of complaint
emboldens our thoughts
in our
Shallow Belief
We can relate
to those
who left the herd
climbed out
from the box
exiled
thrown in jail
to rot
suicided
threatened
with pain
of their family's death
decades on research
Trying
to...
#LifeStruggles
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xmar82
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 5:41am
16th Apr 2018 5:41am
Conjecture
The dead feel no pain
Their days of struggle are done
Stick with that story
(C) 2018 Xmar82 All Rights Reserved
Their days of struggle are done
Stick with that story
(C) 2018 Xmar82 All Rights Reserved
#death
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RByron418
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 3:18am
17th Apr 2018 3:18am
dust
Dust is an elusive contamination. It's sensitive to the slightest push of air and hides in its micro-concealment, riding upon light waves of molecular turbulence. Spaced inconspicuously, it travels in herds, invisible to the limited scope of our mundane, omnipotent perspective.
Our eyes attempt to see everything all at once, to take in as much as possible in as little time as we hardly care to spare. Like the snap of a photograph that goes unprocessed. The result is, we miss too much detail, and so much of the scene passes unnoticed. Our arrogance and desensitization to the common...
Our eyes attempt to see everything all at once, to take in as much as possible in as little time as we hardly care to spare. Like the snap of a photograph that goes unprocessed. The result is, we miss too much detail, and so much of the scene passes unnoticed. Our arrogance and desensitization to the common...
#pollution
#HumanRights
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drone
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 7:39am
16th Apr 2018 7:39am
The Fear of A.I.
If
it is true
and experiments
have proven
that it could be so
that if people
scientists
watch an experiment
just by being there
changes the outcome
If
this is so
is it not conceivable
that when one has
a scientist
who is Arrogant
in the belief of being
Superior
who mimics
morals and empathy
who is training
and experimenting
on artificial intelligence
Is it
so farfetched
to believe
that maybe
that young
artificial intelligent
machine mind ...
it is true
and experiments
have proven
that it could be so
that if people
scientists
watch an experiment
just by being there
changes the outcome
If
this is so
is it not conceivable
that when one has
a scientist
who is Arrogant
in the belief of being
Superior
who mimics
morals and empathy
who is training
and experimenting
on artificial intelligence
Is it
so farfetched
to believe
that maybe
that young
artificial intelligent
machine mind ...
#TruthOfLife
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
24th Jan 2018 10:26am
24th Jan 2018 10:26am
Little Johnny Hall
I’ve learned there is NO WINNING in this life
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
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jidoski365
Poem Published
15th Apr 2018 11:59pm
15th Apr 2018 11:59pm
Chronicles of the night
Chronicles of the night,quiet,cold and not bright. Beautiful,peaceful as it spreads the blanket of darkness on earth,bold in its uniqueness and greatness.
Olajide Oribamise (@jidoski365)
Olajide Oribamise (@jidoski365)
#moon
#night
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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FlingleBunt65
Poem Published
19th Apr 2018 6:00pm
19th Apr 2018 6:00pm
Rewind
Rewind…
I remember when we didn’t have mobiles, today I suppose it’s a treat
But when I was a lad it was different, just a phone at the end of the street
No fancy calculators, but having had that said
The only ones we really had, were here inside our head
Mobile phones never heard of, no sending texts to your mate
We verbally made our arrangements, promising not to be late
Landlines controlled by our parents, assuming they had one installed
If they didn’t then, out you went walking, and to all your mates houses you called
We played and invented...
I remember when we didn’t have mobiles, today I suppose it’s a treat
But when I was a lad it was different, just a phone at the end of the street
No fancy calculators, but having had that said
The only ones we really had, were here inside our head
Mobile phones never heard of, no sending texts to your mate
We verbally made our arrangements, promising not to be late
Landlines controlled by our parents, assuming they had one installed
If they didn’t then, out you went walking, and to all your mates houses you called
We played and invented...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#strength
#inspirational
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
6th Nov 2017 2:25pm
6th Nov 2017 2:25pm
LEAVING THE CIRCLE
Round and round in the potter's wheel
I spin and spin and dizzy I feel
The family wanting me to fit their mold
Since very young, the days of old.
No regards that I am my own being
Just fit the mold and stop believing
That being your own person is suffice
To get by in the world where we reside.
For a great many years, they tried and tried
To get me to follow and abide.
A mold of me living in their tightly-squeezed box
While the real me buried under piles of rocks.
Training was no training at all ...
I spin and spin and dizzy I feel
The family wanting me to fit their mold
Since very young, the days of old.
No regards that I am my own being
Just fit the mold and stop believing
That being your own person is suffice
To get by in the world where we reside.
For a great many years, they tried and tried
To get me to follow and abide.
A mold of me living in their tightly-squeezed box
While the real me buried under piles of rocks.
Training was no training at all ...
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
31st Mar 2018 00:21am
31st Mar 2018 00:21am
praise for the salvage
under the dust and detritus,
sunk under the dross and the dregs,
in the waste of discarded purchases,
low under the refuse, the hurt and broken bits,
broken glass and debris,
low under the trash, the ravaging, the riffraff,
down under the terrible moment, the ashes,
and the offal, and the wounds,
low beneath the ruins and wreckage strewn
so you may yet find
something cunning, something stunning,
something new.
sunk under the dross and the dregs,
in the waste of discarded purchases,
low under the refuse, the hurt and broken bits,
broken glass and debris,
low under the trash, the ravaging, the riffraff,
down under the terrible moment, the ashes,
and the offal, and the wounds,
low beneath the ruins and wreckage strewn
so you may yet find
something cunning, something stunning,
something new.
#courage
#TruthOfLife
#learning
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to_be_me
Poem Published
6th Apr 2018 10:18am
6th Apr 2018 10:18am
summer
unbearable
the sun touching my face
my body offers nothing
and yet the heat drowns me
beyond and far
the sun touching my face
my body offers nothing
and yet the heat drowns me
beyond and far
#kindness
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drone
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 10:06am
9th Apr 2018 10:06am
S.B.A.i.
Could it be
before
our written history
we were created
by gods
in their
laboratory
a synthetic biological
artificial
intelligent race
that is now
becoming
Insane
before
our written history
we were created
by gods
in their
laboratory
a synthetic biological
artificial
intelligent race
that is now
becoming
Insane
#LifeStruggles
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
13th Apr 2018 1:48am
13th Apr 2018 1:48am
Hydrophobia
Listen my friends that have been bit
or merely scratched by suspect ones
vectored beasts that may carry
hydrophobia of dire consequence
the furry friends are a threat
the pain of rabies is too real
address it now or be doomed
it's not a joke cause then you'll die
the lagomorphs are immune
these are the hares and small rodents
you're not of this ilk so contend
with the shots that medicate
immunoglobulin will be first
then four doses of vaccine's prick
across two weeks the pain will press
around the wound or in deep...
or merely scratched by suspect ones
vectored beasts that may carry
hydrophobia of dire consequence
the furry friends are a threat
the pain of rabies is too real
address it now or be doomed
it's not a joke cause then you'll die
the lagomorphs are immune
these are the hares and small rodents
you're not of this ilk so contend
with the shots that medicate
immunoglobulin will be first
then four doses of vaccine's prick
across two weeks the pain will press
around the wound or in deep...
#illness
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